Dani ran like the hounds of Hell were behind her; as far as she was aware, they were, and far worse besides. Dani remembered herself when she had been under the influence of the devil that dwelled deep within, and she was certain that far greater evils came for her now. Surely, greater still were the demons being conjured, down there in the dark pits of Tartarus. She felt it - a deep dark worm that twisted inside her, granting her a terrible knowledge of what was being prepared. A knowledge borne of experience.
Trees and bush and bramble all crashed beneath and parted in front of her, her heavy boots laying waste to twigs and weeds and insects alike. She had been running for several days, stopping only as night drew close and dusk descended around her, at which she would immediately halt and seek shelter and a way to sequester herself away from evil; she bore no fear for her own safety, nor any sympathy for the victims of what would be a righteous wrath - Dani was afraid of what would happen were the devil within was to be loosed upon the world at large. Evil's presence would draw it out as true as rain brought the worms, and naught but the sun and His holiness would seal it back within her - but the sun could not fix the damage wrought by its release, and either He turned a blind eye, or was powerless too. Dani did not ponder as to which. She could not.
For now, the sun shone brightly, bearing down on her from its high perch up above. Despite its assault, she hitched up the collar of her jacket, feeling the bitter November breeze bits at the nape of her neck and set her hairs on end. Around her, the woods chittered and chirped with life, and Dani almost found herself lost in the immutable consistency of nature - but then the wind picked up again, and the light of the sun dimmed behind ominous clouds. She quickly found her way.
To her south lay Memphis, with Dani's last 16 years in Arkansas there with it. Somewhere behind that lay a half-wrecked town with smouldering ruins. In one of those ruins lay her parents, and several more besides - and somewhere else, between Memphis and her current location heading north along the banks of the great Mississippi River, were the agents of Mephistopheles, gaining on her with every mortal step she made. She knew a guaranteed way of stopping that slow gain, a method of outpacing her pursuers unequivocally. She knew she would not - could not - utilize that method. Not unless they laid hands upon her. And if - when - they caught up to her, they would.
A low orange light hummed throughout the room: a vintage zoetrope fitted with a more modern bulb, spinning clowns and ringmasters round and round the walls. It tended to induce minor motion sickness if you lingered long, but if its owner felt nauseous, he didn't show it. If its owner could feel anything, he didn't show it.
A ragged and multi-stained figure had startled and snorted back to life as the low, menacing voice had broken a silence that had lasted several days. He rubbed his eyes free of grime and dirt and coughed heavily as old lungs brought foul air into a diseased chest; the zoetrope spun and spun and spun and the concrete pillars and tarmac floor seemed to twist and warp. Conciousness battled through alcohol and sleep deprivation and drug withdrawal and eventually drifted to the top of the fetid pile this old man's mind had become, and sat up, looking directly at the speaker. He had been sat, crossed-legged and perfectly still, for three days. His suit bore no dust, and his face seemed like gleaming porcelain. He faced a wall, smeared with all manner of violent graffiti and human discharge, but his eyes were staring, never blinking, as if he looked through a window into the city and filth beyond. Joker stood.
"I can smell him. Out there, in his city, protecting the innocent! Avenging those too weak or too young or too dead to do it themselves." There was venom on his voice, and the old man just looked on, silent. Joker had cut his tongue out last time he spoke, and the shriveled thing flopped from his breast pocket. "Even after all these years, he's so...reliable." Joker spat, the mucusy glob glistening in the low gleam. The spinning light of the zoetrope played across his face like hellfire licking at cave walls. He smiled. "Karl, darling...I miss the old game. He's grown old and withered and complacent. Boo-hoo-hoo! If he knew what I did, if he could sniff out all the little worms and bugs like I can...aaah. But that's why he needs me."
Karl the Hobo looked on in silence. Joker tutted, and bent down beside him, deftly taking the tongue from his breast pocket in one hand and sliding a short paring knife out of his sleeve and into the palm of his other. Karl didn't try to scurry away, or avoid what was coming. He knew. He had known for days. Joker gently slid the blade of the knife in between Karl's lips, letting it clack against his teeth as he nudged open the old man's jaw. "You know, Karl the Hobo...I feel like we've really connected on this little winter getaway of ours...and I feel like it might be valuable-" Joker roughly stuffed the tongue back into Karl's mouth, ignoring his gags and moaned protest as he held Karl's jaw fast in his hands - "if I got some feedback from my most trusted confidant." Joker hacked, making a sound that could be mistaken for a dry chuckle, and then, knife still grasped, began to move Karl's mouth for him, Joker's own voice distorted and semi-masked.
"Well gee boss, that sounds swell! I'm sure Bats is missing you too. Even I know Gotham hasn't been the same without you!"
Joker coughed again and then pushed Karl aside, the tongue tumbling out of his mouth and making a wet slap against the ground as Karl gagged and dry-heaved, quiet sobs beginning to emanate from the worn-down old man. Joker stood and hummed quietly, seeming to think something over in brain, tossing ideas around from one side to the other. "Aah, I must admit, I have lost my muse for grand schemes in my twilight years..." Joker rounded on Karl, the paring knife twirling in his left hand as his right reached inside his jacket and returned wielding a razor, "but that doesn't mean i'm completely out of good ideas."
There were no screams; but deep below Wayne Tower, in old abandoned storm drains, terrible laughter echoed.
GOTHAM
November 18th, 2017 |
B R E A K I N G N E W S O N G C N -
A NIGHTMARE RETURNS?
CITY UNDER THREAT? LEADERS IN DANGER? CITIZENS IN PERIL? MANY FEARS FOUND AFTER CORPSE WITH CRYPTIC MESSAGE LEFT IN CHILDREN'S PLAYGROUND.
A CONCERNED PARENT'S REPORT TURNS TO WIDE-SCALE SPECULATION AS BODY OF UNIDENTIFIED VAGRANT FOUND IN A CHILDREN'S PLAYPARK IN RESIDENTIAL AREA NEAR GOTHAM CITY CENTER.
On what was expected by GCPD officers to be a routine call-out to rouse a drunk vagrant, was revealed to be a far more chilling and complex case, as the man was found dead with extensive scarring across his chest and back, seemingly inviting all manner of criminal elements to join a so-called 'Carnivale Macabre', in what many fear to be just the first of what could develop into a series of crimes designed to strike fear into the heart of Gotham's citizens. We go now to Jack Ryder, our man at the scene...
What would be the consensus that the BPRD has been taken as a subsidiary of SHIELD? Is there anyone that is specifically playing anything directly with SHIELD?
Would be useful to know the answer to both of these questions as I'm hoping to have Dani seek out SHIELD as her first 'fuck i need to contain Ghost Rider' port of call, and I'm sure BPRD and Hellboy might be interested in her as well.
Round and round like a horse on a carousel... An older Joker, fearing that Batsy has lost sight of what's truly important, and hoping to return a sense of priority to the aging vigilante.
Will I catch up to love? I can never tell.
He's feeling the years himself, and doesn't want to depart without showing Gotham who its citizens deserve, playing the final joke on everyone who thought their city - and humanity at large - were worthy of men like Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent.
I know chasing after you is like a fairytale
Joker has been laying low, watching his empire and influence spread and take root throughout Gotham through dazed, bored eyes. He's bored of 'heroes', bored of 'villains', bored of 'good' and 'evil'. Something needs to be done.
BUT I FEEL LIKE I'M GLUED ON TIGHT TO HIS CAROUSEL
N O T E S:
WHY DID YOU STEAL MY COTTON-CANDY HEART
Friends include BATMAN and that's the only friend I NEED and I'm the only friend he DESERVES.
The people are not unfamiliar with sickness; under the Garland lineage, the kingdom has already suffered and survived the Wailing Death, the Red Plague, the Ursine Pox. The cities know how to quarantine, how to detect, how to treat and experiment with cures. Vassidia is not unfamiliar with sickness; but this is not a mere sickness.
The citizens see it every day; cracked statues, eery in their accuracy of form, mottled ruby chunks bursting from cracks than run across their entire surface. They depect agony, despair, rage and resignation. In the first weeks, before word spread and knowledge grew, the rubies were stolen, chiselled, even thought to be lucky. Now, with wisdom of terrible truth, they are avoided, demolished, known to be cursed. The statues are no depiction; they are the last living moments of those victim to the Stone Blight, captured forever in petrified rock.
Across the continent, beggars and barons alike are developing blisters and boils that burst into encrusted maroon gemstones, fat and dewy rubies that begin to spread lethargy and dullness as quickly as they do a crached, hard black skin rash that grows to encase the victim as the metamorphosis continues internally. Nearly every resource the kingdom possesses is now dedicated towards a cure for the accursed blight that has seized the kingdom.
The High Lord Jocun is running out of hope, and his subjects moreso. From his seat, he has called for adventurers, mercenaries, academics, peasants, nobility - anyone willing to travel the continent in search of answers. Many have departed; few have completed their journey. Fewer still have returned.
Vassidia is a plagued land. How will you fare against the blight?
M A P O F T H E R E A L M:
VASILIUS, THE SEAT OF THE KING
Vasilius is unquestionably the kingdom's capital city, and the center of the realm for all major trade, academics, and political players. A vast and proud city, its streets and boroughs stretch forth from a focal point at the High Throne, which stands at the very center of the royal palace within the Garland Citadel. From here, High Lord Jocun presides with his wife, Queen Vesindra, his infant son, Prince Dahtun, and his many advisors, chief among them the Royal Warlock, Aborran.
Jocun is the fifth of his bloodline to rule the realm, and while many would admit him to be a strong and fair king, many others would question his conflictingly brazen and mysterious manner, some even citing arrogance and a blasé nature due to his family's long-uncontested rule.
What everyone can agree on, however, is the sheer toll that the Stone Blight is taking on the kingdom, with swathes of dead across the continent, and the psychological damage to the citizens by the unassuaged dread. Whether Jocun and those close to him are near a cure or not, no one can say - but every day that passes with the palace's silence is another day of growing unease across the kingdom at large.
EERUM, THE ARID BURG
Eerum, far south and deep within the Sychan Desert, was the first city to be discovered and assimilated into Vassidia and the kingdom of the Garland Lineage, rather than settled by Vassidian citizens proper. Originally a simply shared camping grounds and makeshift marketplace for the few aboriginal tribes of the desert, the tribal identity of the natives was worn away as trade routes and supply lines were opened, feeding barons and couriers into the desert, and allowing Eerum to become a township proper, rather than a few tents propped up around a vital spring of water.
Life in Eerum remains not without its hardships: the heat scorches the ground, making farming exceptionally difficult; trade routes bear caravans rarely, as few are capable of or willing to brave the desert, and fewer still make successful enough journeys to justify the expenditure versus the profit; water is scarce, and the single spring of freshwater that lies within Eerum's central square seems to run lower than ever. Those that 'make it' out here are barely more successful than a modest farmer in the mainland, and those than don't are beggars, dying beggars, or dead.
There is a growing unrest in Eerum - an anger in the people that surpasses anything felt in Vassidia proper. The palace has promised more frequent supply caravans, but the Stone Blight takes its toll on the kingdom, and Eerum is far from the only suffering community in need. The Sychan Desert, it seems, is set to swallow the city whole, like many before it - if the Stone Blight, or Eerum's own citizens, don't spell its downfall first.
KAFAARA, HOME OF THE PIOUS
Kafaara is the seat of power for the kingdom's dominant religion: the Barbed Church. Believers that the world, and all that inhabits it, are children of a great font of Magick, their first priests settled here long ago and built their first altar, which soon grew to a village, a town, and eventually an outright city centered around what was now a great cathedral.
For those who do not subscribe to the lessons and sermons given by the Church's many ministers, including their chief Pontiff Silvene, the First Thorn, and her Circle of Barbs, their practices can seem cultish, violent, and taboo; but for the Church's many followers, the rituals involved are a harmless, day-to-day appreciation of life and those who live it.
Kafaara is a wealthy city - no small thanks to the numerous donations made to the Church - and rich in culture, with many foreign followers of the Church making pilgrimages at least once in their life. It is a center for research against the Blight, though recently far more has been going into the city than has been coming out...
FERROS, THE IRON CITY
Ferros was first settled by a prolific blacksmith who discovered rich iron veins in the hills behind, and quickly seized the opportunity to begin a mining operation and become the early kingdom's nearly sole source of quality forged iron. Eventually the blacksmith's settlement grew and grew, and the iron was used to turn a hamlet into an armoured citadel, with great iron walls and gates and watchtowers.
The great iron city became a beacon for all ambition and enterprising individuals, many would-be entrepeneurs trying - and often failing - to begin their fateful climbs to Vassidia's capital heights. The day-to-day proceedings of the city are guided by the Iron Council, a select group of rich and powerful individuals who lend a steady hand to the city's - and through it, the kingdom's - economy.
Recently, however, a usually booming hub of commerce has closed its gates and shut its markets - and more worryingly, its mines. The Council remains stubbornly silent to envoys and messengers, and the King grows impatient...
MARISMA, HEART OF THE MARSH
Marisma was founded by a small sect of zealous druids who has exiled themselves out of disgust for what they viewed as 'hedonistic excesses of man's machinations'. They traveled deep into the far south-west of the continent and had discovered there a sprawling marsh that encompassed an entire county's worth of land. It was in the heart of this marsh that they constructed their first homes amongst the trees and the swamp, many of them fashioning living spaces from huge, naturally-formed hollows with the trees themselves.
In the present era, Marisma is a naturalist's paradise, never really moving on from its forest-worshiping roots, and its inhabitants enjoys a straight-forward, if at times meager, living; simple survival within one of Vassidia's largest natural wonders. The people are friendly, provided you respect their beliefs and rules, and understanding of those who choose a life beyond the borders of the Great Marsh - though they still spurn most modern advances in smithing, economy, and agriculture.
There are rumours of a resurgence - perhaps reappearance - of those ancient druids, and more presently of unexplained disappearances. The Marsh feels thicker and more cloying than eever, and its previously open citizens grow more paranoid about each other and more fearful of the swamp every day - though everyone still staunchly refuses to leave...
MORNFELL ON MOUNTAINSIDE
Mornfell-on-Mountainside is potentially the oldest city of Vassidia, perhaps even out-dating the capital; although such rumours are easy to spread, given its relatively recent discovery on the far side of the Eastern Border Mountain-range, and difficult to quell, given the city archivists' reluctance to share their history with 'foreigners'.
Unquestionably the most inhospitable city of the kingdom, it owes its ruthless reputation to both the brutality of its mountainous location, and the xenophobia of its people. At its core is a towering, colossal bonfire - sustained by massive quantities of fuel and closely-guarded magick - out of which the city proper spirals its streets, channeling the fire down its main causeways to be siphoned into homes and buildings to supply the people with the heat vital to their survival. Many in the city blame their misfortunes on the opening of their gates to the rest of the kingdom - blame they do not spare the Stone Blight of either.
Lately, an already icy city has grown colder still, and its gates - once open in defiance of its people - are now closed in defiance of its High Lord. Still, scouts consistently report that its fire burns hotter, larger, brighter than ever, and many are left to wonder who remains within the mountain to tend to the flames.
L U M I N A R I E S O F T H E R E A L M:
HIGH LORD JOCUN GARLAND
INFO
QUEEN VESINDRA
INFO
PRINCE DAHTUN
INFO
ROYAL WARLOCK ABORRAN
INFO
SILVENE, THE FIRST THORN
INFO
THE CIRCLE OF BARBS
INFO
THE IRON COUNCIL
INFO
H E R O E S O F T H E R E A L M:
C H A R A C T E R
"Optional Creedo/Quote"
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Ω O R I G I N S:
This is the story of your character's life, their defining moments and how they made it from the womb to where they are now. You can include as much other details as you think is necessary but don't go overboard and spell everything out. Sometimes its best to show through the IC than to tell in the CS.
Ω A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:
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//WEAKNESSES:
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Ω N O T E S:
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R U L E S O F T H E R E A L M:
Rules on Character Creation:
• Character applications should be made by posting complete sheets in the OOC for review by the GM(s). Incomplete or ‘WIP’ progress should not be posted and will be ignored. • Applications will not be approved until the GM(s) has/have had proper time to look over the sheet and discuss any issues in the sheets with the applicants. Please keep an open mind while tweaking your character with the GM(s), and please don’t nag. • Players are permitted only one primary character. This character can die and be replaced, but good reason must be given to the GM(s) for the action to be considered.
Rules on the Out of Character Thread:
• Respect the Game Master. The GM’s word is final, and if a law is laid then do not argue or disregard it. Failure to adhere will result in ejection from the game and a polite request not to return. • Respect your fellow players. Debate and constructive criticism is fine; flaming and outright nastiness is not. If you feel there are glaring issues with another player that must be addressed, contact the GM privately. Failure to adhere will result in ejection from the game and a polite request not to return. • If a quarrel arises between players, either ask the GM to adjudicate, or take it to a private format. Do not use the OOC Thread to quibble among yourselves. • Feel free to chat, but try not to let talk unrelated to the game run rampant.
Rules on the In Character Thread:
• Posting at least once a week is to be expected in order to maintain a steady pace and flow. Try to post in the OOC Thread, or message the GM, if circumstances arise which make this difficult. Characters and their players that become inactive will eventually be removed from the game. • Do not take control of another player’s character without express permission from both the player involved and the GM as to the extent of the actions. Doing so will be counted as God-Modding or Meta-Gaming, and will be considered a serious offence. Killing another character without permission will result in removal of the post, immediate ejection from the game, and a polite request not to return.
• No OOC posting in the IC Thread. That’s what the OOC Thread is for. Obviously.
"YOUR TIME HAS COME TO AN END...AND V E N G E A N C E IS UPON YOU."
D A N I E L L E R O X A N N E K E T C H ♦ O C T O B E R 2 0 0 0 ( 17 ) ♦ F E M A L E ♦ C H A O T I C G O O D
C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:
A younger, gender-flipped Ketch, still coming to grips with her possession, her new abilities, and just what these new circumstances mean for both her own life and the lives of the world at large. She needs help, mentoring, and companionship, but is unsure where to find it, and also has to contend with those that would hunt her down and take the Spirit of Vengeance's un-matchable power for themselves. Easily underestimated, even in her own mind, Dani needs a family, a home, and to stop unwillingly turning into a hellfire-infused skeleton with the power to level major cities.
N O T E S:
Dani's current allies include Zarathos, the demon possessing her and an uneasy alliance at that, and that's it. She's unsure where to find the help she needs, but she suspects SHIELD, or any well-known wielders of sorcery, would be more than capable.
Dani's current foes include Mephistopheles, the devil with whom she made a bargain in the first place, the agents of Mephistopheles, who seek to capture her so he may harness Ghost Rider as his enforcer, and a strange, Templar-like faction of men and women who seek to expell the demon she harbours from their world. She is on the run, and paranoid about all three, unable to trust anyone lest they be double-agents for her enemies.
Dani is aware that Zarathos affords her some abilities even when not transformed, but she is unsure as to what they are and how they work. So far, she is only aware of an enhanced physical durability, though not to superhuman levels.
T H E J O K E R
"HA HA HA HA HA"
? ? ? ♦ ? ? ? ( ? ? ? ) ♦ M A L E ♦ C H A O S
C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:
Round and round like a horse on a carousel... An older Joker, fearing that Batsy has lost sight of what's truly important, and hoping to return a sense of priority to the aging vigilante.
Will I catch up to love? I can never tell.
He's feeling the years himself, and doesn't want to depart without showing Gotham who its citizens deserve, playing the final joke on everyone who thought their city - and humanity at large - were worthy of men like Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent.
I know chasing after you is like a fairytale
Joker has been laying low, watching his empire and influence spread and take root throughout Gotham through dazed, bored eyes. He's bored of 'heroes', bored of 'villains', bored of 'good' and 'evil'. Something needs to be done.
BUT I FEEL LIKE I'M GLUED ON TIGHT TO HIS CAROUSEL
N O T E S:
WHY DID YOU STEAL MY COTTON-CANDY HEART
Friends include BATMAN and that's the only friend I NEED and I'm the only friend he DESERVES.
? ? ? ♦ ? ? ? ( ? ? ? ) ♦ M A L E ♦ C H A O T I C E V I L
C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:
Round and round like a horse on a carousel... An older Joker, fearing that Batsy has lost sight of what's truly important, and hoping to return a sense of priority to the aging vigilante.
Will I catch up to love? I can never tell.
He's feeling the years himself, and doesn't want to depart without showing Gotham who its citizens deserve, playing the final joke on everyone who thought their city - and humanity at large - were worthy of men like Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent.
I know chasing after you is like a fairytale
Joker has been laying low, watching his empire and influence spread and take root throughout Gotham through dazed, bored eyes. He's bored of 'heroes', bored of 'villains', bored of 'good' and 'evil'. Something needs to be done.
BUT I FEEL LIKE I'M GLUED ON TIGHT TO THIS CAROUSEL
N O T E S:
WHY DID YOU STEAL MY COTTON-CANDY HEART
Friends include BATMAN and that's the only friend I NEED and I'm the only friend he DESERVES.
I think this is literally the earliest I have ever gotten a sheet in.
G H O S T R I D E R
"YOUR TIME HAS COME TO AN END...AND V E N G E A N C E IS UPON YOU."
D A N I E L L E R O X A N N E K E T C H ♦ O C T O B E R 2 0 0 0 ( 17 ) ♦ F E M A L E ♦ C H A O T I C G O O D
C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:
A younger, gender-flipped Ketch, still coming to grips with her possession, her new abilities, and just what these new circumstances mean for both her own life and the lives of the world at large. She needs help, mentoring, and companionship, but is unsure where to find it, and also has to contend with those that would hunt her down and take the Spirit of Vengeance's un-matchable power for themselves. Easily underestimated, even in her own mind, Dani needs a family, a home, and to stop unwillingly turning into a hellfire-infused skeleton with the power to level major cities.
N O T E S:
Dani's current allies include Zarathos, the demon possessing her and an uneasy alliance at that, and that's it. She's unsure where to find the help she needs, but she suspects SHIELD, or any well-known wielders of sorcery, would be more than capable.
Dani's current foes include Mephistopheles, the devil with whom she made a bargain in the first place, the agents of Mephistopheles, who seek to capture her so he may harness Ghost Rider as his enforcer, and a strange, Templar-like faction of men and women who seek to expell the demon she harbours from their world. She is on the run, and paranoid about all three, unable to trust anyone lest they be double-agents for her enemies.
Dani is aware that Zarathos affords her some abilities even when not transformed, but she is unsure as to what they are and how they work. So far, she is only aware of an enhanced physical durability, though not to superhuman levels.
"YOUR TIME HAS COME TO AN END...AND V E N G E A N C E IS UPON YOU."
D A N I E L L E R O X A N N E K E T C H ♦ O C T O B E R 2 0 0 0 ( 17 ) ♦ F E M A L E ♦ C H A O T I C G O O D
C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:
A younger, gender-flipped Ketch, still coming to grips with her possession, her new abilities, and just what these new circumstances mean for both her own life and the lives of the world at large. She needs help, mentoring, and companionship, but is unsure where to find it, and also has to contend with those that would hunt her down and take the Spirit of Vengeance's un-matchable power for themselves. Easily underestimated, even in her own mind, Dani needs a family, a home, and to stop unwillingly turning into a hellfire-infused skeleton with the power to level major cities.
N O T E S:
Dani's current allies include Zarathos, the demon possessing her and an uneasy alliance at that, and that's it. She's unsure where to find the help she needs, but she suspects SHIELD, or any well-known wielders of sorcery, would be more than capable.
Dani's current foes include Mephistopheles, the devil with whom she made a bargain in the first place, the agents of Mephistopheles, who seek to capture her so he may harness Ghost Rider as his enforcer, and a strange, Templar-like faction of men and women who seek to expell the demon she harbours from their world. She is on the run, and paranoid about all three, unable to trust anyone lest they be double-agents for her enemies.
Dani is aware that Zarathos affords her some abilities even when not transformed, but she is unsure as to what they are and how they work. So far, she is only aware of an enhanced physical durability, though not to superhuman levels.
[center][b]Watch out. [/b]
The gap in the door... it's a separate reality.
The only me is me.
[i]Are you sure the only you is you?[/i][/center]
[right][sub][s][i][b]DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL NOW, WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED[/b][/i][/s][/sub][/right]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b">Watch out. </span><br><br>The gap in the door... it's a separate reality. <br>The only me is me.<br><span class="bb-i">Are you sure the only you is you?</span></div><br><br><div class="bb-right"><sub><span class="bb-s"><span class="bb-i"><span class="bb-b">DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL NOW, WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED</span></span></span></sub></div></div>
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